She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. It should be weird. They hadn’t spoken in a few days. But it was like they both knew the game. And for tonight, she was done playing. She’d been honest, put it out there, and he’d responded. No more games, just truth.
And the truth was that she wanted him.
He tasted and nipped her lips. “Sorry, I could use a shower, but your orders said right away.” He picked her up, and she instantly wrapped her legs around his middle as he took her inside and kicked the door shut behind him.
“I’m so glad you listen to orders. Making me wait any longer would have made me very unhappy.”
“Can’t have that,” he said, kissing down her neck.
She didn’t care that he was dirty, messy, or in plain clothes. She just kissed him. She liked the smell of him, the taste of him.
When she started tugging off his shirt, he groaned.
“Maybe I should shower,” he said.
“After,” she breathed and kept kissing him. “Need you now.”
He kissed her harder. “God, I love hearing you say that.”
She cupped his face, and, keeping her mouth against his, she said, “It’s true.”
He leaned away to look at her for a moment. “I’m sorry I haven’t called.”
She kissed him again. “I know. I didn’t call, either. Do you ever feel like you’re in the middle of a big mess and no matter what you do, there’s no way you’re going to come out clean?”
He gripped her tighter, and with her still wrapped around him, he walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He didn’t let her go, though. Just adjusted her weight to one arm while he cranked the knobs and made hot water spray against them in seconds.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “But maybe we can stay messy together for a little while longer.”
There it was. The admission that she knew was coming. A little while longer.
That said it all.
He wanted more. And she wanted to give it to him.
And that was all the reason she needed to put an end to this.
This was her last hit of a drug she couldn’t stomach. It was so good. He was so good. But it went against everything she was trying to be on her own.
“I’ll get dirty with you tonight,” she whispered.
“Think we can get dirty and clean at the same time?” he asked and kissed down her neck. Thank goodness she was still wearing her dress from earlier, because it allowed for Dex to hold her bare ass beneath the flowy skirt.
“I think we can get dirty anywhere,” she whispered, and then she tugged off his shirt and threw it to the floor. He growled and clutched her ass tighter, harder. She kissed him and reached between their bodies to unbuckle his belt and pants.
“Condom is in my front pocket,” he said and bit down on her collarbone.
She grabbed it quick, then shoved his pants low. She was on fire. Needing him. Fast. Hard. Now.
Refusing to let her go, he just kicked off his boots and stepped out of his jeans, and then he was gloriously naked. The man was skilled, and he didn’t even have to use his hands.
He walked into the shower and sat down.
Water hit her back, her hair, her dress and rained over them. He was naked while she was still in her clothes, and the juxtaposition made her feel hot and wild and sexy. He gently bit the top of her cleavage as he tugged the top of her dress down enough to wedge the cloth beneath her breasts.
He sucked one sensitive peak into his mouth, and she drove her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer. She loved his mouth on her. Especially when he seemed as desperate for contact as she was. She ground against him, his hard cock slipping along her panties.
“Are these yours?” he asked, reaching beneath her dress and gripping the waist of her panties.
“No, I didn’t design these,” she admitted, and she was about to ask why he wanted to know when he tore them clean off of her.
She smiled and returned with a hotter, wilder kiss. He cared about her work. Wouldn’t destroy it. And thank God there was no longer a barrier between them. She clawed his back and rocked against him again, and this time his hard shaft slid between her wet folds.
“Fuck, yes,” Dex groaned against her neck as he thrust up. Careful not to breach her. But when he slid along her clit, the promise of him entering her caused her to gasp and arch.
She couldn’t wait. She fumbled with the condom and blindly reached between them to get it on him. She never took her hands from him. As soon as it was on, she gripped the base and sank down.
“Jesus.” He pulled her closer and surged his hips up, impaling her even farther. “Every damn time is better than the last,” he said, and the words hit somewhere deep in her chest. Because that’s how she felt. She wasn’t cooling off for Dex; she was getting hotter. Needier. And it was getting better, not worse.
She whipped her hips in his lap, taking him deep. He wrapped her legs around him and took over the movement. Yanking her into him while he surged up. She saw stars, and the flecks of water hitting her skin were infused with some kind of snapping sparkles. Or her skin was just a live wire. Either way, she felt him. All over her, in her, everywhere.